Where's the perfect spot to hide in?

Hiro surveyed the area, his eyes scanning the faces of the outpost's residents. He approached a small group, concern etched on his features. "Has anyone seen Lyria?" he asked, his voice tinged with a sense of urgency and worry.

Hiro's urgent inquiry about Lyria left the outpost's residents staring at him blankly, their faces reflecting their lack of knowledge about the person he was referring to.

With a sense of resignation, he swiftly moved away from the unhelpful group, his mind racing back to the moment he had last seen her, just as the Arcadian troops had arrived.

He reached out to Kaida through the communication channel, his tone heavy with concern. "Kaida?" Hiro called, scanning the surroundings in a futile attempt to catch a glimpse of Lyria. "Any idea where Lyria might be?"

Kaida's voice held a note of confusion and worry as she replied, "No, Master, I thought she was with you."